Grey skies spread
headache inflicting light
on wet dirt that begs for it's life.
People rushing about
hoping they won't have to endure
the feel of water on their skin.
Avoiding puddles
with their feet
at all cost.
I sit on my front steps,
a slight smile touching my lips
as i take in the scene.
It's twelve seconds
before the next rain
and i can smell
the air's sweat.
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